Playing Cubs Poem by Billy Loving

Playing Cubs



Playfully frolicking through the forest
Occasionally stopping for a brief rest
Swatting paws fill the air
As they wrestle without a care
Sudden painful nip
Startled, letting out a yip
Joyfully growling cubs
Against the tree, his claws he rubs
Enjoying a sultry summer day
From their lair, a brief foray
Through the lens, I see
Natures beauty, so impressive to me

Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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